Friends

I am alone sometimes, but I never want to feel lonely,
Regardless of all the lovely lies of life, regardless of what I know surely,
They try to drive me away, from all as I know,
The world has other places for me they say, where I should go,
But I linger with those wretched souls, friends the name known they are by,
For from my heart at least I have known them to be mine, though from theirs I'm just an alibi,
Some know me real, some haven't ever tried,
Some feel sorry that I laugh too much, some know about all the nights I have cried,
They betray their love as finely as hate, and I am perplexed as to whether I want to be,
With them on the landscape best enjoyed solely by me,
If they are worth sharing the joy, even if I am worth being tolerated by their sanity,
I care not for the answer though this present moment verily,
All I care for, is that I am with others instead of being lonely,
Misty skies wonder what my plight is, why I am thinking the way I write,
I ignore their queries, anything they ask, I can just not heed, unable to match their sight,
Because I have answers to none, of the what's and why's,
But as always I declare, I don't care, I don't care that you think I'm not nice,
Misunderstandings of cold torture are none, both sides know I know,
Still they creep in slow and steady, for the seeds of endurance, I had not got time to sow,
I love my friends, they're all I care for today, and I know they feel the same too,
Or maybe not, but who am I to say?
Whatever happens, I realize time an again, today I live, and tonight I may die,
Whatever happens, I realize time and again, I will always know I took time to try,
So when people ask me today why I am still not alone, I say, I don't want to be lonely,
Even if it means a few sporadic moments, when I am left just there to be alone only.

Wanderer

You look to me, I smile,

I wonder, if I still feel you as mine,

You want me too, but yourself haven't known,

So want me to hate you, all the love stown,

I too look at you, searching for a smile,

I fail to find it, only tears like the flood of Nile,

I wonder the reason, what makes you this gloom,

In this onset of spring, when all the flowers bloom,

Why you lie pristine, lost in your soul,

Untouched by mine, rendering me a solitary prowl,

We are so same, but you think we are not,

Or are confused just as me, thinking what you should not,

We are so free, to fly and fall,

I want us to do that together, that's just all,

But you listen not to even this plea of mine,

Alone and alone only you want to shine,

Sans me, sans my love, sans even any hope lying for me,

You won't you have decided, will ever think of me as destiny,

How confused you are, oh my dear even you don't see,

Blind to my heart open for you, willing to make you completely free,

Confused wanderer I am too, lost in my world of imagine,

Because of having that world in real, is a chance you have made too much thin,

I will go on and on, lost in my own in my world also own,

Lost without you only with my soul, that too alone,

Lost I will be and happy in losing you,

For if that is so destiny itself wants this, it's nothing new,

I will accept without wonder gleefully, all the pain you will give,

You may have left me on my own today, but in my dreams I will never let you leave.